thinking about the precise moment I had to translate Spanish in my head. Spanish is my first language but it is no longer the one I think in or have dreams in. my dad explains it as a sort of rewiring that took place in my head without me knowing. it was my form of adapting to this new country. but now whenever I want to talk to him or my family i first have to think about what I want to say and then translate each word to Spanish. it leaves you hung up in between sentences.